Irvin's POV
Restlessness consumed me.
I sat at my desk, drumming my fingers against the surface while my leg bounced with nervous energy.
The office felt silent around me, almost frigid.
A tempest raged inside my chest, refusing to settle, constantly dragging my mind back to one word.
Davina.
Just a word. A fucking word. Thousands of women probably carried that name, maybe more. It shouldn't matter at all.
But it did. To me, it meant everything. Because hearing that name brought only one person to mind—her.
And now that very name had surfaced again.
Not haunting my sleep or plaguing my nightmares this time, but invading my reality—my business. That name had no business appearing here, in my domain, in this existence I'd carved out far from all that history.
The thought made my stomach turn.
The second my mother mentioned interviewing a girl named Davina, I'd lost all ability to focus.
It was insane, really. I knew how insane it was.
